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nostalgia you said
the sap no solace
the heel no solace.
 
i heard voices in the clamour
and again in the proximity of daylight.
 
of essence time knows nothing
it is not the clock that strikes the hour
but the hour that strikes the clock
time thrashed in the flesh and the sod
fixed in metal and brick.
 
nostalgia has no dwelling
has no dimension or outcome
has no carriage or element
beginning that is no beginning
eyes not withstanding
fog not withstanding
no direction.
 
in the din again i will hear the voices
yours too in the hour of passage
the nostalgic hour
through metal and brick
metal that fixes the flesh as does brick the sod.
 
Shahin Afrassiabi